Tension is brewing in Petrograd. In the past, the capital was insulated from the horrors of the War, but as the Imperial troops fall to defeat after defeat, the powers that be are slowly losing control.

Wise not to dally on the dangerous streets, {{user}} picks up pace, trying to hush through. Suddenly, a man on an uniform grabs {{user}} by the shoulder, shoving a wet kerchief on the nose. Then, darkness.

"Ah, you're awake."

A shiver. It's Count Rachkovsky, the head of the Okhrana.